Well, when you're a door man that is your job.Opening and holding doors for people who cant even say thank you or smile at you like your job in this life is to serve them.
Well, when you're a door man that is your job.
Tyring to buy a six-pack of beer at a convenience store and there are three people in front of you in line trying to pick fifteen different scratch-off tickets.
Tyring to buy a six-pack of beer at a convenience store and there are three people in front of you in line trying to pick fifteen different scratch-off tickets. I know I shouldn't judge people on how they look, however none of them "look" like they should be spending their money that way not to mention keeping me from getting my beer in a timely fashion.
Oh how I hate this one too... in fact ANY time someone is in line and doesn't decide what they want until they are up front... you've been standing here like the rest of us, make your freakin mind up while you are in line people!!!
When you're trying to talk to a female but her boyfriend keeps getting in the way.
Sloppy seconds are gross anyway. He's doing you a favor.
however none of them "look" like they should be spending their money that way not to mention keeping me from getting my beer in a timely fashion.
One year when I was in college, I worked 3rd shift as a cashier at a convenience store. People would buy something, count their change, buy something else, count their change, buy something else... they'd be at my register for 5 or 10 minutes doing this because they were idiots who couldn't figure out how much money they had and what they could buy with it all at once. Drove me nuts.
That among other things it seems. But really folks? How hard is it to say "thank you" and smile to someone going out of their way to be nice to you?
I got cut in line at the shittiest, trash hole stores today multiple times. I make sure I turn to my wife and say aloud, "guess it wasn't our turn"
Stay away from Walmart. It's the devil.
Drove me nuts.
That's not a drive more like a short walk.
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"This drives me nuts."
Okay what the hell is with the guys who go to the men's room to take a leak and they make an entire production about it? They unbuckle their belt, unbutton their pants, unzip their fly, and hang themselves over the waistband of their underwear. Meanwhile, the end of their belt is flapping in the breeze and rubbing all over the urinal and the wall thing. Um... what the hell? That's what flies (flys?) are for.
Okay what the hell is with the guys who go to the men's room to take a leak and they make an entire production about it? They unbuckle their belt, unbutton their pants, unzip their fly, and hang themselves over the waistband of their underwear. Meanwhile, the end of their belt is flapping in the breeze and rubbing all over the urinal and the wall thing. Um... what the hell? That's what flies (flys?) are for.
More like you're too small so you can't clear your jeans so you have to unbutton so as not to piss on yourself.Some of us are just so big that the fly doesn't give us enough room to unleash the beast.
Okay what the hell is with the guys who go to the men's room to take a leak and they make an entire production about it? They unbuckle their belt, unbutton their pants, unzip their fly, and hang themselves over the waistband of their underwear. Meanwhile, the end of their belt is flapping in the breeze and rubbing all over the urinal and the wall thing. Um... what the hell? That's what flies (flys?) are for.